Little Red Hen

The following was sent by a friend as an updated version of the Little Red Hen. This one features our current POTUS:

Who will help me plant my wheat?” asked the little red hen.

“Not I,” said the cow.

“Not I,” said the duck.

“Not I,” said the pig.

“Not I,” said the goose.

“Then I will do it by myself.”

She planted her crop and the wheat grew and ripened.

“Who will help me reap my wheat?” asked the little red hen.

“Not I,” said the duck.

“Out of my classification,” said the pig.

“I’d lose my seniority,” said the cow.

“I’d lose my unemployment compensation,” said the goose.

“Then I will do it by myself,” said the little red hen, and so she did.

“Who will help me bake the bread?” asked the little red hen.

“That would be overtime for me,” said the cow.

“I’d lose! my welfare benefits,” said the duck.

“I’m a dropout and never learned how,” said the pig.

“If I’m to be the only helper, that’s discrimination,” said the goose.

“Then I will do it by myself,” said the little red hen.

She baked five loaves and held them up for all of her neighbors to see. They wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share, but the little red hen said, “No, I shall eat all five loaves.”

“Excess profits!” cried the cow. (Nancy Pelosi) “Capitalist leech!” Screamed the duck. (Barbara Boxer) “I demand equal rights!” yelled the goose. (Jesse Jackson) The pig just grunted in disdain. (Harry Reid) And they all painted ‘Unfair!’ picket signs and marched around and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities. Then the farmer (Obama) came. He said to the little red hen, “You must not be so greedy.”

“But I earned the bread,” said the little red hen.

“Exactly,” said Barack the farmer.

“That is what makes our free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as she wants. >> But under our modern government regulations, the productive workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy and idle.”

And they all lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, “I am grateful, for now I truly understand.” But her neighbors became quite disappointed in her. She never again baked bread because she joined the ‘party’ and got her bread free. And all the Democrats smiled. For a while everyone was happy until all the little red hens quit producing (going Galt). Then there began to be shortages of everything, and famine spread across the land.

Individual initiative had died, but nobody noticed; furthermore, no one cared so long as there was free bread that the federal reserve was more than happy to lend the government from money created from thin air, for which heavy, burdensome taxes were levied on everyone’s labor, goods and services to pay the bankers so they could rule the world through debt, thus abolishing freedom and liberties.

EPILOGUE

Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs.

Hillary got $8 million for hers.

That’s $20 million for the memories from two people, who for eight years repeatedly testified, under oath, that they couldn’t remember anything.